The last couple of weeks for me have been super reflective and so eventful in comparison to the dullness of the last 6 months of my life. SO i am here to offload! Indulge me…
I cannot for the life of me understand why supporting the royal family is less of a taboo than calling out the history of colonialism and imperialism done in its name.
The other day on instagram, I saw that a friend of mine had liked an infographic about the history of King’s sceptre and how the diamonds and other jewels that formed it had been stolen from various countries between the years 1765-1938. It was a super informative post and one i wished more people had shared as a lot of people are surprisingly unaware of the legacy of colonialism, violence, theft and pillaging, that led to the current possession of various ornaments and accessories that were part of the coronation. It’s just a shame that to share a post like that to their followers would have been seen as more of a taboo and a ‘problem’ than one which celebrated the King. Oh well, one step at a time I guess.
i’m definitely not a lesbian.
I won’t be elaborating but i’d like to the thank the creator of the lesbian masterdoc for making me consider this possibility. comp-het is real folks. never say never though.
cult followings and aesthetics permeating the world of writing and essays
I’ve been thinking recently about the demise of journalism and writing opportunities for anyone who isn’t a nepo baby or incredibly rich, white, and well connected. The arts are suffering, and consequently there has been a decline in the variety of voices and perspectives being platformed by various media companies and publications. Even from a freelance and independent perspective, the situation still feels dire. As wider society loses interest in long form writing and increasingly yearns for more visually stimulating content, i can’t help but reflect on how this is affecting the world of writing. Most ‘it girl’ writers at the moment have a distinct aesthetic, one that is easily recognisable and unique to them and their audience. Lana Del Rey or femme fatale core. Even when writers or essayists are articulating themselves in the most magnificent ways, most of their allure is coming from how their aesthetic matches up to their words. If they are writing about being a broken woman in a capitalist society, there is an expectation that their content visually represents a grungey-sort-of-broken woman who wears the same underwear for a week and chain-smokes cigarettes. She writes from her depression pit. Consequently, I sometimes feel as though their audience doesn’t necessarily have to critically engage with what they’re saying; usually left-wing radical feminism, which requires them to re-assess and think about the way they are existing within capitalism and perhaps performing or contributing to systems of oppression. Instead they can just subscribe to, or simply imitate the ‘aesthetic’ of the writer. I don’t necessarily blame the writers themselves, but i do blame the way choice feminism and white feminism has eroded the brains of young women in the West. You are now allowed to perform ‘feminism’ and the aesthetics of a broken, young woman, without actually having to critically engage with feminism at all. What a win for capitalism. Faux sense of liberation.
Speaking about capitalism, I should really get the Costa app. I spend wayyyyyy to much money in Costa every month.
All I enjoy drinking is the white-washed chai, and frappes like a 14-year old teenage girl new to the world of coffee.
i love lime bikes so very much
lime bikes and cycling has genuinely pulled me out of deep suicidal ideation in the last month or so. It’s crazy because when I was younger and whenever I’d end up in a&e or on the phone to the crisis team and they’d suggest doing some exercise, it would fill me with deep, deep visceral rage. I can even feel it now. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t understand that exercise did nothing for me. I was a competitive athlete, and yet, I was still deeply unwell and incredibly suicidal. Since stopping competitive athletics, I really struggled with trying to do exercise for the sake of exercise because for so many years of my life, moving my body was for a specific long term purpose, which was always tracked, regulated and monitored. It took me a year to go on a simple 10 minute run again, and that didn’t really stick - I still felt dissociated and disconnected from my body. But since I’ve been cycling more, its a form of movement i actually enjoy. it’s not too strenuous, especially on electric bikes. ahhh its just so good. i take back all the curses i gave various crisis and mental health workers back in the day.
the irish charm is a real thing.
Myself and a friend have been laughing about how true a viral tiktok about it is. so very accurate; it is so very alluring.
teenage boys can actually be sweet and endearing
one of my friends younger brothers, who has now become like my own younger brother, was discussing star signs with his friends and pronounced Sagittarius as sag-a-ree-tus and I found it so hilarious that i wrote it down in my notes with the caption “young boys trying to discuss star signs”.
been thinking about the term ‘womanhood’ and how there is truly no such universal thing
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